I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

I’m all broken up about ‘draconian’ cuts hitting the federal government
U.S. debt per capita worse than basket cases such as Greece
The free market: It’s not just for greedy, rich white capitalists
Turkey pardon? How about pardons for jailed innocent people instead?
We’re all masters of denial when facing painful truths in our lives
I don’t regret my choices, but I do lament choices he refused to make
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Ten years later, it hurts to know she lost faith in me and gave up
Despite advantages to digital books, there’s still nothing like ‘real’ books